The sky was still early, and the carriage leisurely made its way out of Chu Cheng.
As a hostage, Chuzheng could not leave the city at will. He was stopped at the city gate, but no one came over to inspect, and soon the carriage started again.
Chuzheng leaned against the carriage wall, his peripheral vision catching the Third Prince behind him eating candied haws.
The candied haws were half-eaten, and the Third Prince's cheeks bulged rhythmically as he nibbled seriously—a sight inexplicably cute.
Ink-black hair cascaded like a waterfall over his shoulders, snaking towards the front and spreading over his moon-white robe—the contrast of black and white.
He must have been sitting uncomfortably as he kicked off his shoes and curled up on the soft couch.
The lapels of his robe spread open slightly, revealing his collarbones, partly concealed beneath the layers of fabric.
"Thirteenth Prince, do you want some?" Lian Qiong raised an eyebrow and asked him.
"No thanks."
